#HoldingOn

A thin line separates hold from release,
Both paths weighed with burden and peace.
The world shouts, “Let go, move on, be free,”
But hope whispers, “Stay, just wait and see.”

Inside we burn, clinging to the past,
Yet letting go feels like a fatal blast.
The door to new worlds opens wide and clear,
But fear of emptiness keeps us here.

Chained by memories that weigh...